Dear Miss Lavendar, It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood today. You will ask why, I know, for you are inquisitive, like all of us ought to be. It was beautiful because the sun rose, crisp and new from underneath its covers. It graced the sky with a message of lilac and petunia hope.Continue reading “Dear Miss Lavender”
a scalding fever of hope appears strong like coffee in the hand of an early morning sipper drink freely and let down slowly
what is this thing I call faith? what does it ask from me? what does it cost me?
the sun-bronzed, curly-haired boy sits slumped against the neck of his chair and nods at me as I pass in my silver car. I am not driving one of the large trucks charting boats into the park and thus, he has no reason for stopping me. Parked parallel to him sits a red mini vanContinue reading “dancing angels”
what will you do with us now? at one time we looked through stained glass. but here we are: smelling the rhododendron on the other side of a broken windshield. where did it all go?
a thoughtful farmer once said to keep away from electric wire, keep away from screens (like the one you are reading from right now, dear one) and to communicate slowly. She wishes she could be a better poet like him, however, she’s a rather feeble poet at this juncture in her life. She would beContinue reading “slow going”
It’s kind of hard to tell what exactly she’s drinking, but it’s a melody of healthstuff with a root beer-tasting harmony. Strange. Brown. Dusty. Curious. She wonders if it will cleanse her liver or brighten or skin or simply cause grumbling gas bubbles in her stomach tomorrow at an unfortunate lull in a meeting. SheContinue reading “bubbly”
It is 2021, and while I have a hundred strong opinions, I would rather drink vinegar and bleach than share them. Shish kabob your opinion and watch it sizzle and spit as it slowly cooks over the fire range of reality and public drama. Perhaps there, in the charring colors of red and yellow andContinue reading “Year of The Famine”
this is hardly the time for feelings. find your own by diving deep into the coral reef, where you will be met by all sort of strange types. Perhaps there, along with colors and textures and shapes you see only on screens, you will find that complex thing called emotion, and you will pull itContinue reading “coral reef”
“Welcome to heaven” the trees seem to whisper as she plods along, oxfords crunching the cornflaked earth and wind rustling her heavy curls. As nears the bench and looks out over the wide and wandering trees and meadows, her heart dies and goes to heaven, for she knows she is alone and this whole placeContinue reading “A Simple Life”